But if it was his baby?
She immediately thought of Andi, and how unfair it had been for her, losing Greg’s baby.
It was just as well Bobby was so careful because she didn’t trust herself with him. If for some reason she ended up pregnant, it would crush Andi. Trini had always avowed that she would never have children, whereas it seemed kids were all Andi had ever wished for.
Bobby pulled out of her and sat up on the couch. Trini was disappointed because it seemed like he didn’t intend to go for a second round. She put a hand to her head and gingerly touched the sore spot at the crown. She didn’t mean to. She didn’t want to emphasize that he’d hurt her because he might get angry and leave her, but man, her head throbbed.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Guess I’ve just got to get a new couch without wooden arms,” she said lightly.
“You’re complaining?”
“I just don’t want to be knocked out before I can enjoy myself,” she said with an edge.
For a moment his lips tightened, like he was really pissed, but then his expression changed, became more indulgent. “Okay. I’ll be more careful next time,” he said, kissing her lightly.
This was the Bobby she loved. She threw her arms around him and buried her face in his neck, smelling him, wanting him. But he gently pulled away from her and reached for his clothes.
“I came to tell you I can’t stay,” he said regretfully. “I wanted to see you in person.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing you need to worry about.”
“Are you sure?” Disappointed, Trini started redressing as well. What was it about him that made her serotonin go into overdrive? When he was around, her brain seemed flooded with the stuff that made you feel so damn good.
“Yep.”
“I made enchiladas,” she coaxed. “I just heated one in the microwave, but I’ve got more.”
“Ahh . . . no . . .” He smiled at her. “I can’t stay. I thought we’d just have . . . appetizers,” he said meaningfully.
“Want to go again?” she said, ready to rip off her clothes.
“Maybe. If we’re quick. First, I brought us some energy bars.”
“Energy bars? Now?” She laughed. “Come on, Bobby. I’ve got dinner ready.”
“This is a new kind. They’re really great. I tried one before I came and decided you’ve got to try one.”
“How about after dinner? I’ve got the fixings for a salad, too. I just haven’t put it together yet.”
“I told you, I don’t have time.” He got to his feet abruptly.
“You’re not leaving right now, are you?” She heard the desperate tone in her voice and could have kicked herself.
“Can’t stay.”
“Wait, wait. I’ll try one.”
“No, you don’t want to, so forget it.”
“Bobby!”
“Gotta go, sweetheart. I’ll see you in a week or two.”
“A week or two? What are you talking about? Stay for a minute. I’ll have one of the energy bars.”
“God, Trini, I’m not trying to force you. I just like them and wanted you to like them, too.”
“I get it. Okay. Hand it over.” She held out a hand and wriggled her fingers.
Somewhat reluctantly, he reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out one energy bar in bright blue foil and another in magenta. He ignored her outstretched hand and held them in front of her so she could see the front of each bar. The brand was called Cricket Boost. “Which one do you want?”
She dropped her hand. “This isn’t like marijuana or something? Some kind of edible you’re joking about?”
He laughed. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”
“I’m not against it. I’m just saying.”
“No, it’s just what it says, an energy bar.”
She squinted at the label on the blue bar, which read: Cricket Boost. All Day Energy That Keeps You Singing! Black silhouettes of a bird trilling away, a cricket rubbing his legs together, and a frog croaking covered the top of the wrapper. She saw the blue one was made of oats and macadamia nuts and honey; the magenta one contained walnuts, dried cherries, and blueberries.
“I guess I’ll take the magenta one.”
He completely relaxed. “I figured. The blue one’s good, too, though.” He ripped open the magenta bar and placed it into her palm, then started unwrapping the blue bar for himself. “I thought of you because of the bird.”
Trini smiled. “My friend Andi’s last name is a bird, too. Her married name anyway.”
He grunted in acknowledgment as he bit into his bar. Trini remembered she’d told him all about Andi being a Wren, so she added a bit lamely, “It was just so funny when she married into the Wren family and I was already a Finch.”
“Trinidad Finch,” he said.
Trini took a bite and Bobby sat back down beside her on the couch. While she chewed, he leaned forward and rubbed his thumb over her lips. “You’re so kissable,” he whispered.
“My mouth’s full,” she mumbled.